Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.